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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.