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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.