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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.