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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.