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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.