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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.