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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.