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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.