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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.