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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Q65,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.