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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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.