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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.