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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.