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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.