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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy 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?
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.