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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Television,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.