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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.