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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Whodini,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.