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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Q65,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.