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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.