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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.