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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.