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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.