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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Technova,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.