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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
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Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Index,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.