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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.