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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Japan,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.