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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.