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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.