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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.