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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.