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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.