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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.