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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.