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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
X-102,
June Days,
a-ha,
Wings,
PIL,
Oneida,
Slave,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.