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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.