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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.