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 Macedonia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.