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 Singapore 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.