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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.