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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Zeros,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.