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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.