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 Comoros and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.