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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.