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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.