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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Pole,
JFA,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.