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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Brick,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.