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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.