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 United States and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.