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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.