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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Pagans,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.