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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Cymande,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.