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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.