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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Index 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.