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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
UT,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.