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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.