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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.