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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Can,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.