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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.