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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Organ,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.