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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Grey Daturas 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.