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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.