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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.