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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.