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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.