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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.