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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.