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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.