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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Faust,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.