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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.