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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.