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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.