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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
June Days,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.