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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.