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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.