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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.