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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.