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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Inner City,
Skaos,
DNA,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.