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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Residents to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.