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 Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Black Sheep 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Nico,
JFA,
UT,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.