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 India and from Lille.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.