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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.