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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.