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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.