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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Sparks,
Gong,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
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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.