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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.