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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.