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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.