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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.