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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Franke,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.