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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.