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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Model 500,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.