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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.