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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.