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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Brick,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Nico,
Franke,
The Index,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.