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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.