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 Estonia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.