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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.