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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.