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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.