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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.