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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Magma,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.