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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.