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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.