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 China and from Portland.
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 Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.