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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.