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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Nas,
Franke,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.