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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.