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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
The Names,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.