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 France and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.