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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.