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 Mexico and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.