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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.