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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.