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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
June Days,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.