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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.