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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.