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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.