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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.