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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Little Man,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.