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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Deakin,
Oneida,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.