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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.