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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.