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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.