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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.