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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.