Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.