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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.