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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.