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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.