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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.