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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Index to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.