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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.