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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.