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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.