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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.