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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.