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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.