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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Brick,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.