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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.