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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Pole,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.