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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Can,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.