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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.