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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.