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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.