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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.