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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.