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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.