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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.