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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.