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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Visage,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.