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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.