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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
New Order,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.