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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.