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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.