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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
JFA,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.