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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.