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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
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the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.