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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.