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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.