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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Scion,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.