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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
UT,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.