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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.