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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.