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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.