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 Swaziland 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
The Move,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.