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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.