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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.