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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.