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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.