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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.