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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Mars,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.