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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.