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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.