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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.