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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.