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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.