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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.