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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.