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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.