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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.