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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.