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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.