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 India and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.