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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.