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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Smog,
June Days,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.