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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.