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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.