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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.