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 Oman and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.