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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.