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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
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.