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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.