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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.