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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Swans,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.