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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.