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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
the Association,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.