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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.