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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.