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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.