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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.