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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Moebius,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.