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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.