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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.