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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.