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 Guatemala 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.