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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Scion to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
The Index,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.