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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.