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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.