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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.