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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.