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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach 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?
Radiohead,
X-101,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
ABC,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.