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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.