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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.