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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.