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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.