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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.