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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.