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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.