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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.