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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.