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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.