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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Main Source,
CMW,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.