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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.