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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
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.