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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.