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 Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
10cc,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.