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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.