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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.