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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.