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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.