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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Agent Orange 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Urselle,
DNA,
EPMD,
Monks,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.