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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Visage,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.