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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.