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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
John Holt,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.