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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Wire,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.