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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.