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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.