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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.