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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Index,
The Fugs,
JFA,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.