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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.