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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Magma,
10cc,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.