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 Latvia and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.