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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Pagans,
MC5,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.