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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Mars,
ABC,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.