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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Black Dice to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.