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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.