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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.