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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.