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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.