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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Gong,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.