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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.