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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.