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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.