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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.