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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.