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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.