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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Erasure,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.