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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.