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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.