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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fatback Band 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.