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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.