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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.