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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Magma,
The Searchers,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.