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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.