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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Wings,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Can,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.