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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.