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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.