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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Nico,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Television,
Lyres,
Oneida,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.