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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.