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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Crime,
Ronan,
X-101,
Fear,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.