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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.