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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.