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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.