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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.