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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.