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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 ABC to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.