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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.