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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.