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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.