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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
DNA,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.