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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.