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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.