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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.