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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Human League to the disco 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Visage,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Suicide,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.