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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.