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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
June Days,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.