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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Todd Terry 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.