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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.