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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.