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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.