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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
MC5,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.