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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.