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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.