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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
ABC,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.