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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.