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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.