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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.