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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.