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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.