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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.