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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Index,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.