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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Organ,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.