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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Rekid,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.