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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.