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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Wings,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.