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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.