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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.