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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.