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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.