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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.