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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.