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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Organ,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.