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 Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Cymande,
New Order,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
The Index,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.