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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
MDC,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.