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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.