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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.