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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Index,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.