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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.