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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.