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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.