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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.