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 Accra.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.