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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.