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 Slovakia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.