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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.