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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Sound,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.