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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Nico,
Mars,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.