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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.