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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.