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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.