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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.