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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.