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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
The Cramps,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.