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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
DNA,
The Slits,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.