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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Wire,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.