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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.