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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.