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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.