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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.