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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.