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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.