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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
CMW,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.