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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.