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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.