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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Darondo,
MC5,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.