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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.