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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.