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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.