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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.