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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.