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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Mars,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.