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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.