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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.