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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.