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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.