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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.