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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.