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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.