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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.