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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.