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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.