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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.