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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Rakim,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.