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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Can,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Technova,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Monks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.