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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.