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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.