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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.