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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.