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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.