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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.