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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.