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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.