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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.