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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.