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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.