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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Nico,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.