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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.