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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.