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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.