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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.