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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
John Holt,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.