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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.