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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Blake Baxter 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
JFA,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.