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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Crime,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.