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 China and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.