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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.