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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.