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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Can,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.