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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.