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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Victims to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.