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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Magma,
Roxette,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.