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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.