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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.