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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.