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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.