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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.