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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.