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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.