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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.