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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.