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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Fear,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
UT,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.