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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.