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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.