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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.