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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.