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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.