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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.