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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans, Swans, Swans, 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.