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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.