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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.