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 Sudan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
DNA,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.