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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.