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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.