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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.