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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.