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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.