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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.