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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.