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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.