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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.