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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.