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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.