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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.