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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.