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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.