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 Iran 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.