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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.