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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
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 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
The Index,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.