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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.