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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
PIL,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.