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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
DNA,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.