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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Nico,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.