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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.