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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.