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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.