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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
JFA,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.