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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.