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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Zapp,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.