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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.