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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.