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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.