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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.