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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
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The Index,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.