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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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.