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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.