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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.