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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.