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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.