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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.