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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Scion,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.