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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.