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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Fear,
Flipper,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.