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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.