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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.