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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Visage,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Organ,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
The Martian,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
MC5,
The Remains,
DNA,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.