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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.