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 Congo 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.