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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.