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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.