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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Yaz,
Index,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.