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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
ABC,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.