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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
UT,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.