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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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.