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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.