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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.