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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.