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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.