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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.