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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
the Germs,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
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.