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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.