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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.