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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.