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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.