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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.