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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.