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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.