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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.