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 Denmark 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.