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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Television,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.