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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.