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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.