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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.