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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.