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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.