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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mission of Burma 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.