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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.