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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.