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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.