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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.