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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.