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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.