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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
New Order,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.