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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.