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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.