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 Greece 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.