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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Toasters,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.