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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.