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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.