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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.