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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
ABC,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.