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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.