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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.