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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.