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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Shoche,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.