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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.