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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.