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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.