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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.