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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.