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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.