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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.